The scorching midday heat is quickly becoming overwhelming. Lucy shuffles uncomfortably within the material of her vault suit, feeling the beads of sweat trickle down her lower back. These things are supposed to adjust to any temperature but something about this wasteland sun was beyond even vault tec's comprehension.
The rope around her neck tightens, grazing her already raw skin. Her captor ushers her over to one side of the dust-covered road with a tug.
"You just hold right there, Princess." He mutters, fumbling with his fly. "I gotta take a leak."
Lucy scowls at him, disgusted, before turning her back to give the ghoul some privacy. The last thing she wants to do is catch a glimpse of that. Leaving the comfort of her vault, she thought she'd perhaps learned enough about the outside world, but nothing could prepare her for his disfigured face. Stippled, peeling skin burnt from radiation, black emotionless eyes, and a gaping hole where his nose should be. And he was just a taste of what else was to come. She shudders slightly, recalling the trauma of her journey so far.
Her brain is suddenly filled with the sound of her captor's urine splashing against the dry ground. The inside of her mouth begins to salivate at just the thought of drinking something. Her throat throbs with desperation. She tries her best to swallow but her saliva is thick and sticks to the very back of her tongue. Her mind drifts back once again to the sound of liquid dousing the ground and she finds herself glancing over her shoulder at the stream for a split second.
Jesus… I really must be dying of thirst
"What's the matter over there, sweetheart? You shy?" He teases, shaking off the last few drops and tucking himself back away. He wraps the length of rope around one fist until she's close enough to him to meet his eyes. The blacks of his eyes dominate his gaze. He smirks at her - Lucy could never quite put her finger on whether it made him look any kinder or simply more terrifying. It was unnerving, to say the least.
"You need to go too? We ain't stopping for another few hours. Wouldn't want you ruining your precious vault suit now, would we?"
She stares at him with discontent. Her throat is too dry to engage in conversation and she's bored of being polite now. She can feel the frustration bubbling up in her stomach. Every second stuck with him is a second wasted… she just needs to find her Father.
"When are you going to let me go?" She stammers, trying her best to not break his gaze.
The ghoul chuckles, touching the rim of his hat to adjust it on his bald head. His rough fingers hesitate in front of his face before curling over towards Lucy's chin. She pulls away, determinedly.
"Now, now, little lady - I asked you a very simple question - now ain't the time to get all philosophical on me. You need to go or not?"
She shakes her head and finally breaks eye contact, letting her eyes focus on the puddle that's formed on the ground. The only thing occupying her mind, other than her father, is how unbearably thirsty she is.
He gently tugs at the rope again, continuing down the track, hollowed out through the dead, grey foliage. Lucy trips over her own feet stumbling after him, every exhausted muscle aching. She drags her feet through the orange dirt, noticing the cloud of dust settling on her once spotless shoes.
"Don't you remember?" The ghoul doesn't bother to turn towards her as he continues speaking. His dark eyes are turned up towards the cloudless sky, he too seems to be scanning the air for an indication of when night might start to creep in and grant them both a respite from the searing heat.
"You broke all'a my vials. Otherwise, we'd be well on our way to seeing dear old Daddy."
Lucy sighs - and, even that, hurts. It's best she just stays quiet. She's unsure exactly what this thing is capable of, should she talk back to him too much. Instead, she lets her mind wander to memories of her family back in her clean, safe home in Vault 33.
When darkness finally begins to fall, even the sounds of far-off screaming aren't enough to suppress Lucy's gratitude. With it, comes a subtle but cooling breeze that soothes her raw skin. Although the evening has begun to draw in, it's still by no means chilly, yet Lucy's body trembles from head to toe. The lack of hydration is really starting to affect her.
"What's the matter? Guess you ain't drank or eaten nothing for a while, huh?" The ghoul grins. He squeezes off the tip of his water canister and empties it into his mouth, letting it spill messily over his chin. She follows a bead of water intently as it ripples down his old, black duster. He's clearly aware of her desperation and is enjoying the cruel game that he's playing.
"Oh, darling - you can't drink this. Not unless you wanna end up looking like me!"
Her focus switches to his smirking face. In the absence of light, his mottled face is hard to make out other than those yellow teeth and glittering black eyes. The rage heats up from within her core and spreads up through her chest like wildfire. Being rude isn't in her nature - it's not how she was brought up so this pure anger isn't an emotion that she's at all familiar with - but almost two days without water will do something to a person.
"I don't care anymore! Just let me have a sip! What is wrong with you? Do you get off on being an asshole to absolutely everyone around you!?"
The words bubble out of her mouth - ironic considering she feels like she's harboring half of the wasteland's dust contents inside it. The ghoul is entirely unfazed by her outburst. He slurps from his water bottle once more; deep, voracious gulps.
Lucy contains herself with another lazy sigh, closing her eyes. She presses her hands together in front of her chest, pleading with the half-human man in front of her.
"Please… just a sip?"
He chuckles from under his hat, turning the water bottle upside down to show that nothing is remaining inside it, for a few tiny drops that land between his feet.
"Well, would you look at that? Fresh out, I'm afraid."
The devastation of this revelation hits Lucy's chest like a sledgehammer. She sways off balance and senses her vision filling up with blackness. She's going to pass out. Just before she tips completely back from the small log that she's sat upon, she feels the flat of the ghoul's hand between her shoulder blades - keeping her upright. His touch snaps her back into reality and the blurriness washes away again. But, she's still too exhausted to pull away, despite not wanting his hands anywhere near her body.
He leans in close to her face to check that she's still conscious. She feels drunk. She half-smiles lazily at him through drooped eyes. She had expected his breath to smell foul but he just smells, oddly, metallic. She'd learned in the vault that radiation was invisible to detect, that's what makes it so deadly but - with enough radioactivity - some scientists noted a metallic taste and smell in the back of their nostrils.
"You alright there, little lady?" Strangely, his southern drawl is somewhat comforting, now that he isn't being completely petulant.
He's right. The water he's been drinking is contaminated and wouldn't be safe for Lucy to drink but the situation is beyond measures of caution now. One more day like this and she likely won't make it.
"Listen…" She whispers softly, close to the man's face. "Is there anything I can drink around here? I don't care if it's not clean. I'm going to die if I don't drink something soon."
She wants to cry but there's not enough moisture left in her body to summon any tears. The ghoul pulls away from her and scratches his chin. He traipses lazily around their small camp for a few seconds. When she notices him catching her eye again, a filthy smirk is painted on his face (right back where it was before his unsuspected kindness).
"There's no water nearby, darling. I know I'll be alright - I don't need to drink as much as you smoothskins do. But, you…"
He strolls back towards Lucy, stopping just a few inches in front of her so that her face is level with his groin. Boy, is he making her feel uncomfortable, yet, with so little energy, all she can do is timidly lift her head to look up at him.
"You're gonna need something to drink, aren't ya?"
"Yes. Yes! Please, anything!"
Lucy's voice is little more than a whimper. Every parched gulp feels like she's swallowing shards of glass. Her lips and tongue are the texture of sandpaper.
The ghoul reaches down to begin fumbling around inside his trousers making Lucy finally jolt to her feet, almost tripping over the log that she was sitting on. She retreats into the foliage until there are at least two meters between them—the loose rope around her neck snags at the brittle branches scattering the floor.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
The ghoul laughs loudly, so much so that it causes Lucy to glance around in fear that someone (or something) might have heard. Her eyes dart from left to right and back to the ghoul who is approaching her once again, still wrist deep inside his slacks.
"You said you were thirsty! Rule number one in the wasteland - take whatever you can get!"
He smiles at her. Despite his sinister suggestion, there's a sense of honesty about how he's looking at her. She was indeed thinking the very same thing earlier in the day.
"Okie dokie. Well… I have heard about this in survival situations so I do thank you for your kind offer but I think I'll wait until we can find some actual water, thanks."
For a second, she considers that he may genuinely be trying to help her but she quickly corrects herself, remembering how he gulped the only remaining water down his gullet just moments ago. She mentally scolds herself - it's taking some time to get used to the fact that not everyone is as kind as she and her fellow Vault Dwellers can be.
Lucy clasps her hands nervously between her thighs as she cautiously attempts to return to where she was sitting. The rope trailing behind her is a reminder that she could escape right now but there's no way she'd survive out here at night - not in this state. The ghoul steps aside and extends his open palm towards her makeshift seat, however, he continues trying to convince her.
"Hunny… you ain't got time to wait. I told you - it's more than a day's walk until we find more water and, well… I do gotta go again!"
Lucy stops in her tracks and spins defiantly to meet those obsidian eyes. The idea alone of some kind of moisture on her tongue is enough to make her feel delirious. Her mind whirs. Is she really going to do this? She is desperate. Really desperate. On-the-verge-of-dying desperate. Her mouth screws sideways with revulsion at the mere thought of what she's about to do.
"If I have to do this, can't we like… put it in a cup or a bowl or… something?" Despite asking so kindly, she already knows that her question is about to be met with either sarcasm or cruelty. The ghoul leers suddenly toward her, confirming her fears. He grabs the length of rope again in his fist, yanking her tired body close.
"You're my prisoner and you're the one begging. So, we're gonna do this my way." His normally smooth voice distorts into a growl and Lucy is tossed into the notion that this might be something that he finds arousing. Before she has time to dwell on that concept, his rough fingers are on the curve of her neck. He uses his body weight to urge her down to her knees.
She's startled to see that his cock is already out and in his hand. As she'd suspected, it's half-erect and glistening with pre-cum. His cock looks just like the rest of his body: discolored, leathery skin, charred with radiation. However, Lucy silently notes that seeing him gently stroking the skin around his growing cock adds a level of humanity to him that she's never noticed before. Lucy's tongue instinctively darts over her lips, in anticipation of some form of liquid. There's no question anymore in her mind. Urine or not, it's crucial that she drinks something. If she passes out, who knows what will happen to her then? He notices her squirming.
"Thirsty for me, aren't you, vaultie?" He steadies himself, planting his feet firmly in the dirt adjacent to her knees. Peculiarly, Lucy can't take her eyes off his cock. Her mind is in a frenzy searching for the beginning of the stream of urine that will soon quench her intense thirst. He uses one thumb to lower the tip of his bobbing erection towards her pink lips. The other thumb slides underneath her chin to lift her face upwards. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation for his piss. The power he has over her right now makes his loins ache. Pre-cum begins to drool from his prick.
"Look right at me, and open your mouth wide."
No sooner has Lucy parted her crusted lips than a jet of warm liquid splashes into her mouth. Her initial instinct is to wretch. It's hot, salty, and tastes like nothing she's ever tasted before. She locks her teeth back together, screwing her lips tightly closed, and attempts to tilt her head away but his grip continues to hold her steady. He relinquishes his stream momentarily.
"Come on, that's a good girl, you don't want to waste it, do you?" She holds his stare with discontent. His eyes are hazy - hungry with lust. He tastes vile but there's no doubt that, already, the coarseness of her tongue and lips has been alleviated. She lets her mouth fall open again, relishing the fact that the skin of her lips isn't sticking together anymore. Maybe this is helping. He balances the tip of his cock on her lower lip and begins emptying his bladder into her mouth again.
This time, the taste and velocity are less surprising and Lucy manages to hold her mouth open. The liquid spills into her throat, filling up her cheeks until she can finally manage to swallow some down. Following the day's walk in the relentless sun, the heat of it feels like it's burning her gullet, yet, despite that, the moisture coating the inside of her neck feels divine. Warming yet hydrating, just like drinking a steaming cup of tea. Maybe his piss is so hot because of all of the radiation, or maybe this is a normal temperature for urine - she couldn't be sure.
Watching her little open mouth fill up with his golden liquid, the ghoul stifles a huffed moan. His cock solidifies in his hand. He fights to keep it pressed down against the vault dweller's lips. He concentrates on pushing more piss through the end of his cock and into her mouth, desperate to start stroking himself to release.
Lucy doesn't notice his turmoil. At this point, she's indulging herself in drinking. The fact that it's urine has completely slipped her mind. She feels the moisture flowing back into her body, like a tidal wave washing over her from her toes to her head. She takes deep gulps of him. Each time he fills her mouth, she swills it down in its entirety. Excess drips down her chin and neck, soaking through her vault suit. The tightness in her throat is gone, she feels her energy returning to her all at once.
The ghoul can't contain himself any longer. Seeing this beautiful, naive little thing desperately gulping down mouthfuls of his piss makes him feel feral. Feeling his stream coming to an end, he directs his cock towards her face and splashes the remainder over her forehead. His piss coats her face, the beads split off in both directions, running either back to tangle amongst her tousled brown hair or down back into her mouth and over her vault suit.
"I'm sorry, darling, you're gonna have to do this for me..." He mutters, through gritted teeth. Lucy's eye meets his for a just split second. They are burning with arousal, but behind that, she notes a hint of something else... regret? Whatever doubts he might have in his mind, he feels as though he has no choice. Something has switched in him. His cock is achingly hard, weeping with pre-cum mixing with a final few beads of piss. He leans his weight on her once more, his instincts completely in control now, as he forces her shoulder blades towards the ground, pressing her chest flat to the dirt.
Lucy's face hits the floor with a thud, and the loose dust sticks to her damp urine-covered skin. Any opportunity for her to process what's about to happen has ceased to exist. With one violent movement, the ghoul rips her vault suit down over her shoulders and past her waist - until she can feel the cool, night breeze dancing against her bare arse. He kneels between her legs, pressing his knees against the inside of hers to guide her legs further apart. She feels a glob of spit land between her cheeks and trickle down over her swollen pussy. And then... his cock. The heat of it pressed against her folds.
He directs himself with his thumb, letting go as soon as her slit grips the tip of his cock, to grab handfuls of her hips with both hands. He bucks his hips forward and slips his entire length into her body with one fell swoop. Lucy attempts to cry out to stop him but, instead, inhales mouthfuls of the dirt. He's much bigger than she's used to. Thicker, longer... the entrance of her pussy is snug around him. The ghoul leans over her body to sweep the damp strands of hair away from her face, pressing the end of his cock against the very back of her cunt. If he wasn't raping her, it would feel sweet and intimate. He gyrates inside her. His cock shuffles in its sheath deep within her body
"I'm sorry, little flower, I just had to. You just looked too damn beautiful." He slams his hips against her ass, hard and rhythmically, her lips gripping at his cock with every stroke. The heat, between them, radiating inside her, is overwhelming. Even Lucy's body can't help but react to the assault, betraying her - spilling strands of glistening wetness into the black slacks that are piled around his knees. She lays still, still savoring the return of moisture inside her mouth.
The ghoul notices her arousal, reading it as some approval. He reaches eagerly between her thighs with one hand, still firming gripping her flesh with the other, staining her skin purple. His pitted fingers graze delicately against her swollen clit. Down in the dirt, Lucy's mind whirs with disorientation. The mixture of his fingers and the texture of his cock slipping in and out of her at savage speed feels inhuman. It feels good. More than that. Embarrassed, she tries her hardest to stifle her whimpered moans. It didn't ever feel like this when Chet fucked her. Even the raider that she'd accidentally married didn't make her feel like this. But... he's a ghoul. Barely even human.
He slams violently into her again and again. He fills her up so completely that she feels as though he's deep within her stomach. The tip of his cock nudges right against her cervix, bruising her deep within. Even if he were human, the way he's fucking her is beastial. Without any thought other than pleasure in his brain, he clashes his hips against her. A sloppy mess of bodily fluids drools out between them, filling the peaceful night ambiance with gooey, wet slaps.
The ghoul lets out a deep, rumbling groan - appreciating the warm, tight grip around his cock while he continues to brush her clit with expert fingers. Lucy thrusts her face into the soft dirt, making every effort to hide her satisfaction. She chews intently at her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood from her brittle skin but, it's no use. The fever in her cunt erupts through her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Shockwaves of orgasm hurry through every pore. Every hair on her body stands to attention. She slips off balance, collapsing forward flat onto the mud, powerless to stop the shrieks of pleasure that are escaping her throat.
Loathed at the concept of missing out on her convulsing pussy, the ghoul allows himself to collapse on top of her too. His cowboy hat topples off his head but he focuses on keeping his knees firmly against her legs, ensuring that her twitching body doesn't instinctively lock her open thighs back together. A flood of wetness bathes the ghoul's throbbing cock. Her pussy quivers opening and contracting around him chaotically as he continues to fuck her relentlessly, feeling his own orgasm approaching.
Face down on top of her exhausted body, his strokes are now clumsy and erratic. He breathes raggedly into the back of her messy hair, animal-like grunts that feel hot and damp against her scalp. An arm slides beneath her neck, tightening around it.
"You filthy little soft skin slut... getting me all wound up like this."
Lucy's heart flutters in her ribcage - the thought crosses her mind that he might lose all control and hurt her. She struggles for air through her compressed windpipe - the sooty smell of the sleeve of his duster coat engulfs her senses. Her heartbeat thuds dully inside her skull, wild colors flashing behind her closed eyes.
"Oh yeah, that's it... good girl... I'm gonna..." He trails off into an inhuman growl, unable to finish his sentence. With one last deliberate thump against her bare arse, thick ropes of cum spill out deep within her pussy, one after another, until he slows to a halt. His softening cock throbs inside her and he slowly loosens the tension around her neck. The sheer amount of cum settling inside her belly makes her feel heavy and bloated, it overflows out of her folds from around his prick.
The sudden dead silence awkwardly jolts them both back to reality. Their shared labored breaths are now all that remains. After a few seconds, Lucy attempts to twist her neck to catch his attention, but he's already leaning on his elbows, extracting his cock from her body.
He shuffles back onto his feet, unsteady from the intensity of his orgasm, and buttons back up his slacks. Lucy quickly follows suit, regaining her composure and scraping away the dirt and pebbles that have indented into her clammy skin. By the time she's dressed and has hobbled back to her feet, he's already planted back on the log - thin lips clamped around a lit cigarette. Lucy tiptoes over to join him - constantly evaluating his expression for some kind of acknowledgment of what they've just shared. However, she never receives the satisfaction.
He soon falls asleep without saying another word. Then, the very next day the rope is back around her neck and he leads her on the way, continuing their tumultuous journey through the wasteland.
Ghouls.